It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

currently

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

in a post. I want to be remembered

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

kind of mythopoesis

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i see a website

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it